Paul O’Rourke, the narrator of Joshua Ferris’s third novel, is a dentist who spends his days staring into the murky recesses of his patients’ mouths. Despite encouraging them to floss, he is himself a man of curiously ingrained habits. Averse to the digital age and oddly superstitious, he stockpiles VHS recorders and watches the Boston Red Sox with a plate of bland chicken and rice, always careful to avert his eyes from the sixth innings. His small Park Avenue staff implore him to get with the times and develop a website for the practice; but Paul is a Luddite with no interest in kowtowing to a culture of smartphones and over-sharing. So when a well-produced website mysteriously appears and tweets under his name, he is understandably perturbed.
An avowed atheist, Paul is dismissive of church, which he sees merely as ‘a place to be bored in’; but he is nevertheless drawn to certain religious beliefs, especially those of his ex-girlfriends.
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